The red moon returns

Chapter 492 Tavel's Guidance
Three questions in life.

In his previous life, whether it was himself or in jokes on the Internet, countless people had made jokes about these three questions. However, at this moment and here, when these three questions came from the all-seeing gods, Lynch lost his ability to respond. He stared blankly at the dark and deep void in the crack, and his mind was blank for a moment.

Am I really a time traveler? How did I come to this world? After I came to this world, was I really just floating in a dreamland without any experience in between? Did my memories of my past life come before or after I traveled through time? Where will I go in the end and what will I accomplish?

The most important thing is, why do you call me the Awakener?
I originally thought that she called me the Awakened One only because I had just awakened, but Tavel also called me that, so there must be a reason.

He is a being beyond time, an omniscient evil god, and there must be a reason why he is called that.

And why is he asking me these questions?
No, these are not questions, these are actually hints, and he wants me to find the answers to these questions.

But she doesn't want me to find out now, not yet.

Scenes from my memories flashed through my mind, especially the past few months after I woke up, when the voice in my mind had been with me day and night. Every night I would curl up under the crimson moonlight, cleansing the uneasiness and fear in my heart and falling asleep peacefully.

Lin Qi was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his head and smiled:
"I can't give you answers to these three questions right now. I promised someone to put these questions aside until the day I can accept the answers. It's not my style to jump back and forth. Now that I've made a choice, I won't change it easily."

The figure floating in the air remained motionless, and Lynch's mind was already filled with the other party's response:

"This is your choice. You don't need to explain it to us. I said we will keep an eye on you until you give us an answer."

"Will it not affect the ownership of the Light of Miracle?"

"The Light of Miracles is the compensation for the Book of the Dead, and the three questions are the compensation for the Silver Key. Equivalent exchange is our principle. Whether it is now or in the future, you will eventually answer the three questions, then the transaction will be successfully completed, and the Light of Miracles will belong to you."

Equivalent exchange. No wonder the librarians in the Knowledge Library are a bunch of profiteers. But at least it didn't affect his established plan. Lin Qi was relieved and asked thoughtfully: "Then, before the transaction is concluded, can I ask a question?"

"Okay, what do you want to ask?"

Hmm? Just asking the all-knowing one?

Lynch's heart tightened, and he licked his lips nervously: "I want to know, who is the god behind the Shadow Alliance? Why do they do these things? And what happened to the Friedman royal family? Can you observe this kind of thing about the gods?"

"We cannot spy on the Lord God, but that does not prevent us from watching their believers, so these questions are fine, but what will you exchange for the answers?"

Lin Qi was stunned and speechless.

Fuck, I forgot about it right after I said it. It’s an equal exchange.

He just said that I could ask, but he didn't say that he would definitely tell me.

The corner of Lin Qi's mouth twitched: "What can I exchange? I can't exchange this thing."

He said, pointing to the fabric-covered stone base.

"not enough."

"Hiss, aren't Advent-level artifacts enough?" "Your problem is directly related to the future of the Fifth Era. Its value is far beyond the comparison of a miracle light. If you want to exchange it, you need at least the secret of the Crimson Moon to be equivalent."

"No need to discuss."

Lynch sighed. There really are no shortcuts in the world. However, just when he was disappointed, Tavel's message appeared in his mind again: "However, the value of the Book of the Dead is still higher than the Light of Miracles. Exchanging it like this would violate the principle of equal exchange. How about your second question about what happened to Friedman? Although I won't give you an answer without reason, I can give you a guide that should help you find the answer."

Hmm? What a pleasant surprise. It turns out that when doing business, you should ask for a high price, maybe you can make a profit.

Lynch immediately leaned forward and showed he was listening attentively.

"That's what happened among the nobles, and you have someone around you who specializes in this kind of information."

Lynch was a little confused, but he immediately understood.

He almost forgot about this man, Mr. West, the manager of the Black Cat Theatre, the apostle of the King in Yellow, the cultist who could single-handedly rival Dagon of the Deep One.

This man specializes in intelligence transactions related to the upper class. Maybe we can really get something out of him. No, since the Ancient Immortal pointed to him, it means that he must know something. I just don’t know what price I have to pay to pry open his mouth. I’m afraid I’ll have to bleed heavily this time.

"Hasta hates the things behind this matter, so you don't have to worry about it. With this guidance, we can reach an equivalence between us."

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Ancient Eternal."

With this guidance, it is much better than rushing around on his own. Lynch bowed solemnly, then he calmed himself down and walked towards the stone base in front of him with full of anticipation.

As if sensing his gaze, the fabric covering it suddenly slid down on its own without wind and disappeared into the void. Lynch only felt a huge shock to his consciousness, and countless complicated images instantly flooded into his mind.

In the picture, Lynch saw corpses everywhere. The dead were covered with black spots, festering and oozing with pus. They died miserably. There was no smoke from cooking in the city, and no humans or animals were seen. The city center was filled with corpses of the sick and dead, but no one was burning them. Only flocks of crows with bloodshot eyes jumped and pecked at the corpses.

From villages to cities, and then to entire countries, the raging plague occupied the entire continent, and hundreds of kilometers of land were uninhabited.

Amid the litter of corpses, a group of white-robed men wearing bird-beak masks and carrying medicine boxes on their backs walked like ghosts in the deserted villages and towns, burning corpses, cleaning up dirt, finding the only remaining survivors, and using medicines from the medicine boxes to do their best to treat them. Wherever they passed, the medicine boxes became the most sacred symbol in the hearts of the living, carrying everyone's hope for life.

But the medicine box could not cure diseases every time. The white-robed people who were repeatedly infected fell ill one by one while walking, and the medicine box was circulated among the white-robed people until the last white-robed person fell in front of the plague. The last person dragged his heavy sick body, collected dry firewood, and lit it. He threw his infected body and the medicine box into the flames, eliminating the hidden danger for the world for the last time. At that moment, the burning medicine box burst into a dazzling light, instantly illuminating the entire Middle-earth continent.

[Light of Miracles: May our lives call for miracles, may our souls turn into the light of life, illuminating all the souls in the world that are tormented by illness and suffering.]

The scene faded, and the scene before my eyes returned to calm. A small medicine box lay quietly on a stone base.

The advent-level artifact that possesses both the powers of healing and light is the strongest weapon against the plague. It offers beauty and hope in exchange for suppressing the plague and death at the source.

This is the light of miracle.

(End of this chapter)